名人诗歌|Earth Tremors Felt in Missouri

The quake last night was nothing personal，

you told me this morning. I think one always wonders，

unless， of course， something is visible： tremors¹

that take us， private and willy-nilly， are usual.

But the earth said last night that what I feel，

you feel； what secretly moves you， moves me.

One small， sensuous^{2 catastrophe3}

makes inklings letters， spelled in a worldly tremble.

The earth， with others on it， turns in its course

as we turn toward each other， less than ourselves， gross，

mindless， more than we were. Pebbles^{4， we swell5}

to planets， nearing the universal roll，

in our conceit^{6 even comprehending the sun，}

whose bright ordeal^{7 leaves cool men woebegone.}